The next day comes...

Throughout the evening, after your mom had made it back to the room and the two of you spent a (thankfully) quiet dinner together, you watched as the woman in front of you went through seemingly daily routines, including undoing the makeup that she had touched up on, washing and wrapping her hair in a towel, and even putting on some nighttime cream on her face and lotion on her arms and legs. When you asked why she was doing that, she just laughed and said "I'm not getting any younger, honey" and left it at that. You noticed that she was also checking her phone often, smiling and texting your dad with updates on how things were going. It was strange to think that the room had managed to do this and, as the lights were turned off, your mind was occupied by the simple thought about what tomorrow would bring.

You didn't really wait that long after your eyes opened and you rolled your head to look across the way from you at the person sleeping in the other bed.